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Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Stronger.
all my life, i've always had to be the 'strong' one. whenever something went wrong at home, i had to be the one to stay strong and positive, even as a young girl. i realise that i'm always trying to stay strong in every situation.
sometimes, it's just so hard.. because of this feeling of needing to be strong, i've never dared to show my weak side to anyone. no one has seen me at my weakest, except God.
anyway, that was just a thought.
i had a great day today (:
bye!
i didn't realise how much it still affects me, until it was mentioned again.
1:34 AM;
christine was here